I'm not a huge fan of sports. To me, a sport is something one does, not something one watches. But, I do have to admit that there's something appealing about the atmosphere that encompasses a day at the ballpark. So, on Friday night, I put on my Spider-Man Jersey (#62), slipped on my vintage White Sox cap and set out to watch the White Sox get clobbered by the Padres at U.S. Cellular Field. My oldest brother and my sister were both in attendance, because, after all, watching a game isn't any fun unless you've got someone to watch it with. The general air of excitement made me forget that I was paying $8 for a beer and $7 for a bratwurst. I didn't even mind dropping $50 on some over-priced White Sox apparel.
The one thing I do regret is sharing a nacho helmet with my brother. That greasy mix of seasoned beef, chips, gooey cheese and sour cream made my stomach cry.